Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Sure enough, you don’t have even a bit of love for me. My appearance is just a mistake, and with a heart as cold as ice, I said helplessly:

”If I could seek revenge, then I would definitely want to. But the Great Tang Prison is an invincible existence, so as a backup plan, I just want to survive now. Wait until I survive, and if by then I have a chance to break through to the Golden Core Stage, then I will seek revenge on him... But by that time, who knows what cultivation level the Prison Director will have reached.”

Li Changyi has now come to terms with reality. She knows that her ability alone is ultimately limited. If she stubbornly seeks revenge against the Great Tang Prison now, she will repeat her past mistakes, and it won’t just be her, Li Changyi, getting dragged down; Yuchi will also be harmed by her!

No way!

It’s enough for just one person to be harmed; at this time, she mustn’t let innocent people suffer too, or she’d have lived too pathetically.

”At least you have some sense. You still have some basic thinking ability left, not completely knocked out by me.”

Hey, are you talking nonsense?

No nonsense, I’m merely complimenting you. As Li Changyi seemed somewhat flustered, Yuchi laughed and said:

”We all know that we want revenge, but seeking vengeance must follow certain basic principles. It’s impossible for an adversary from ten or even decades ago to be surpassed by a newcomer like you in just a few decades.”

”It’s difficult. Others set up many barriers to maintain their status.”

”If he can’t break through, he won’t let others break through either.”

”Of course, this kind of thing doesn’t just happen in cultivation. It’s the same in any situation in life, with old geezers standing in the way, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. Not dying is akin to being a thief, like a green-hat zombie coming out of the coffin in the middle of the night to cause harm, deliberately suppressing the younger generation, afraid that their coffins will be bigger than theirs.”

”It’s understandable.”

He seemed a little troubled... Li Changyi: ”I suspect you’re not just cursing the Prison Director... you seem to be cursing something else.”

I’m not troubled. Anyway, I’ve been relieved; I’ve crossed over. Yuchi: ”I’m not. I’m just stating facts.”

He pointed outside, cautioning that there might be someone listening before laughingly speaking again.

”Alright, since you say you don’t want to die now, I still have a way to keep you alive.”

Yuchi definitely has a way. It’s just that it comes with a bit more pressure on this side. Pressure? Having lived a lifetime, this talent for handling pressure is maxed out, such small pressure is nothing worth mentioning, what hasn’t been seen? So it’s just some pressure, no big deal.

”What way?” Li Changyi contained her excitement, biting her red lips, her eyes fixated on the young man in front of her.

”Let me introduce you to a sect.”

”A sect...”

Yuchi’s solution was simple. Keeping Li Changyi in Xufu Town was clearly unsuitable, like a live target. Who knows when others might come, so he decided to place Li Changyi into the Ascension Gate.

If the Great Tang Prison truly wishes to kill Li Changyi and let Yuchi take the blame, they would surely seek to find out her location. He would then say that Li Changyi was noticed by a sect. When the time came for the Prison Director to ask which sect, it would be covered by Shanlan.

In such a situation, maintaining some distance from the Ascension Gate and ensuring mutual anonymity, the Great Tang Prison wouldn’t have anything to say. But to prevent them from lashing out in desperation, Yuchi would sweeten the deal for them a bit.

This way, Li Changyi should be able to survive, and Yuchi could even use this opportunity to build a legitimate rapport with the Great Tang Prison, possibly uncovering some of its secrets: ”Let your husband show you what it means to dismantle the Great Tang Prison from within.”

You... what are you saying? I can’t understand a word. Li Changyi was mentally exhausted, already overwhelmed by various negative effects. She didn’t know what Yuchi meant... After all... even joining a sect requires there to be a sect, right?!

But how could a sect so easily appear, one capable of resisting the Great Tang Prison’s pressure? How could such a sect allow her, Li Changyi, to enter easily?! Could a sect just let her in due to Yuchi’s personal connections and allow her to cultivate?

No way.

In times like these, people only mind their own business. Who’d want to handle this mess?

Yuchi:

”Sorry, it happens I know a Sect Leader, and it happens our relationship is really good, to the point of soul resonance.”

”So, give me your hand.”

She looked at the doorknob, and when Yuchi’s squinting gaze fell her way, she pitifully extended her delicate, jade-like hand. It was white, tender, and slightly damp.